Shadows rush through my head,
Rage filling every sense of my existence,
Hollowing me out and tearing me down.
Like a lion devouring a carcass.
Sympathetic lies caress my heartbreak now faded.
Death falls to my whim and embraces my loss.
Dialectic illusions free my soul from Cupid's blinding arrow,
Wrenched from my chest, leaving the love to bleed freely from me,
Running from me.
And I feel.
Numb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem